And before Jude knew what was happening, she pushed forward. And kissed him. Her lips were hot and searching, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Jude went without a fight. He kissed her back, his brain unable to keep up with all the sensations pummeling him at once. The slide of her tongue against his. The brush of her hair against his cheeks. The taste of her lips as he took them like a starving man. A tiny whimper escaped from Indira, the vibrations rattling straight into his chest. That noise, quite simply, turned Jude inside out.
